Pidjin has lost his dog. Fredo has an idea how to let everyone know: instead of posters, use Tinder.
This week's comic
If you were a judge for the Galactic Sex olympics, how would you handle things?
Using an iPhone to control the bear who ate you. There’s an app for that.
Pid’jin is captive in the bear’s stomach, just like Pinocchio inside the whale.
Fredo is devastated by Pid’jin’s sacrifice. Not even his groupies can cheer him up.
A bear hurts Fredo plenty, and Pid’jin sets out to find and kill that bear.
Pid’jin tries to wire some explosives in Bill Clinton’s office.
When you have a DNA mixer, only imagination is your limit.